It’s time to load the heli, and Tommy Moe’s standing on the deck in shorts, hoody, muck boots, and earphones, brushing his teeth. His consistent good mood, even when he’s not in a good mood, emanates from him like heat off asphalt. I mean, the guy keeps his Olympic gold medal in his sock drawer. He has this way of talking, with a little uptick at the end of his sentences. You could listen to him tell stories for hours, and laugh until your stomach muscles hurt. Which is exactly what we do.